Chapter 471: Eighth Shibo

The sunset fell, and the sea of clouds was also illuminated into gold.

The fox and the colorful cat were still playing on the platform.

Not only playing on the ground, but as they played, one turned into a crow and one into a sparrow, flying into the sky and into the sea of clouds to chase, looking carefree and free.

There was a carving sound at the temple door.

"Sha sha..."

Wood chips drifted down and gathered in one place.

Lin Jue was carving earnestly.

Not far away, two meditation cushions were placed. A female Daoist sat cross-legged, facing the sunset, bathing in golden light, focusing on cultivation.

Beside her, on another meditation cushion sat a girl of about ten years old, also wearing a Daoist robe, thin and delicate, but she was not focusing on cultivation, but was attracted by the sound of the Shibo carving, turning her head to look at Shibo's hands without blinking.

"Focus!"

Little Xiao Shimei reminded her.

"Oh!"

Little Xiao Shimei's disciple withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes to focus on cultivation.

Instead, Little Xiao Shimei turned her head and glanced at Third Shixiong.

"Hmm?"

With just this glance, she keenly discovered that what Third Shixiong was carving was not a bean soldier.

"What is Third Shixiong carving?"

"Carving a pavilion."

"What is carving a pavilion for?"

"Accommodation, cultivation."

"Shrink it and live in it?"

"Not so, not so," Lin Jue said, his hands not stopping, shaking his head. "It is to refine it with the method of bean soldiers, let it grow big, and put it in the mountain to be my cave residence."

This was an inspiration from Daoist Xuanming—

Daoist Xuanming said that the Immortal Yuzha Zhenren could use spiritual wood to make palaces and pavilions, which could freely grow big and small and be carried around. Many Immortals and gods would go to him to ask for palaces and pavilions. Lin Jue didn't know this Yuzha Zhenren, and he had just achieved the Dao and didn't have many precious things to exchange with him, so he had to do it himself.

If Yuzha Zhenren could do it, why couldn't I?

Lin Jue didn't know much about mortise and tenon, only having seen some from the Sixth Third Shixiong back then, and knew nothing about architecture. Fortunately, the bean soldier method didn't need these.

Most of the structure, he could carve directly.

Integrated molding, no need for mortise and tenon.

Plus, the wood used for the pavilion was a fragment of the body of a long-lived tree that had achieved the Dao, which was already hard and incomparable, and had the divine strangeness of self-repair. If it were about quality, it would probably far exceed the work of that Yuzha Zhenren and those Immortal palaces in the Nine Heavens. Even if a demon king came, it wouldn't necessarily be broken by a stick.

Of course, if he did it entirely based on his own feeling, the finished product would definitely be rough.

However, Lin Jue also had his own way—

I heard that there was a "Great Craftsman of Construction" in the capital, whose craftsmanship was divine, and many of the palaces in the imperial palace came from his hands. In these years, the world was so chaotic that no one could guarantee whether their own houses and courtyards would be burned down after the north and south armies broke into the capital, so no one in the capital had the heart to build palaces and courtyards, so he was idle.

Lin Jue intended to entrust a dream to request him to see if he was willing to make a model for himself, and he would copy it.

Not ashamed to ask!

Who said that mortals must be inferior to Immortals? Who said that Immortals cannot ask mortals for advice?

Lin Jue had heard many stories of mortals with superb craftsmanship and divine skills attracting Immortals to ask for advice or witness, the most common being in the fields of zither music, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and chess.

For example, the contemporary painting master Du Dehai, who could be called a painting Immortal of the world. On the day his masterpiece appeared, Immortals also came to observe; for example, the zither master Xu Shunan, whose zither music was superb. When he played, Immortals also came to play together; and there was the national chess master Gong Xu, who also had rumors that Immortals heard his reputation and came to play chess with him in a dream, finally losing a bottle of Immortal pills. When he woke up, he thought it was a dream, but the Immortal pills were really on the table.

"Where does Third Shixiong want to live?"

"Right in Fengshan, how about being a neighbor with Xiao Shimei?"

"That would be great!"

Little Xiao Shimei stared straight at him.

If it were many years ago, she would definitely say things like "Why doesn't Third Shixiong live in Fengshan Hongye Guan?" or "Isn't Fengshan Hongye Guan enough for Third Shixiong to live in? Why go elsewhere?" But now she had matured too much compared to back then. Not to mention Third Shixiong, even herself, if she really achieved the Dao, she wouldn't necessarily be able to stay in this Fengshan Hongye Guan forever.

Hearing that Third Shixiong was also cultivating in Fengshan was enough joy.

She even had the heart to consider for Third Shixiong—

"But Third Shixiong wants to take disciples, I'm afraid more than I do, and there are protectors. Do they live in one pavilion? Or does Third Shixiong intend to carve each one like this?"

"Naturally not," Lin Jue's hands still didn't stop. "Prepare your own rooms."

"Prepare your own?"

"Wasn't Fuqiu Temple like this at the beginning? Build a little first, then slowly take disciples, slowly build houses and expand the courtyard, generation after generation, slowly renovate and rebuild, and this is what it looks like today."

"That's true..."

The fox and the colorful cat were tired of playing and ran back.

Third Shixiong touched the fox's head. The fox felt itchy and kept turning its head to shake it off. Xiao Shimei reached out to tease the colorful cat and was caught by the colorful cat and chewed on.

"Later, if I take disciples, after they learn a little bit of fur, the first thing is to go down the mountain to subdue demons and stabilize the people's livelihood. If they get rewards, they will all be exchanged for beams, wood, bricks, and tiles, and come back to build palaces and temples. What this place can be built into depends on their skills."

"Then what about before they learn the fur?"

"Let Fuyao dig a hole for them in the mountain. Cave residence, cave residence, what is a cave residence without a cave?"

As the two talked, Little Ziyun also turned her head, continuing to be distracted, hearing that this Shibo wanted disciples to build their own houses to live in, and couldn't help but reach out and scratch her head.

Little Xiao Shimei also frowned, always feeling it was a bit familiar.

At this time, she heard Third Shixiong add another sentence: "I will teach them the method of facing stone, and they will repair the road themselves. If they fall to death, it's their own bad luck."

The female Daoist's expression became solemn.

Matters concerning his own cave pavilion and place of cultivation could not be sloppy.

Lin Jue didn't know how many years he would live in Fengshan, maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years, maybe longer.

I heard that the Emperor back then refined pills on Yishan and only built a thatched cottage. If Lin Jue was alone and wanted to refine pills somewhere, he could do this, even without a thatched cottage. However, if he wanted to establish a mountain gate to preach the Dao and live for a long time, this wouldn't work.

It happened that the gods hadn't fought yet, so he did it as he thought.

As the sunset sank into the sea of clouds, the sky gradually darkened, becoming a deep blue. Stars emerged from above the sea of clouds, and the horizon became a dreamlike gradient, reflecting the waves of the sea of clouds.

The Daoist focused for a moment, pinched a bit of light on his fingertips, and threw it into the sea of clouds.

That night, Gu Daizhao, the "Great Craftsman of Construction" in the capital, had a dream.

In the dream, clouds were swirling, Immortal Qi was floating, and an Immortal came.

That Immortal was none other than Immortal Lin, who had a great reputation in the capital in recent years. It was rumored that he became an Immortal in June this year.

The Immortal in the dream was sincere and direct, only telling him that he had achieved the Dao and wanted to cultivate in the deep mountains, and wanted to build a three-story pavilion embedded in the cliff. He heard that Gu Daizhao's craftsmanship exceeded that of the craftsmen who built the imperial palace in the past and could be compared to the Immortals in the sky, so he wanted to ask Gu Daizhao to help make a pavilion, only two feet high.

Old Daizhao felt magical, so he agreed.

The Immortal in the dream also said that it should be the same proportion as the real pavilion, and also stated his requirements—there must be a gate, two wide windows, what the first floor was for, what the second floor was for, and he spoke very detailed.

"If Daizhao agrees, I will use an Immortal pill that can nourish the body, cure diseases, relieve pain, and prolong life as a reward. To prevent Daizhao from treating it as an ordinary dream after waking up, I will first send the Immortal pill prepared for Daizhao to Daizhao. If Daizhao eats the Immortal pill, it will be regarded as agreeing to my request.

Sorry for the disturbance, please understand."

When Gu Daizhao woke up, it was the fifth watch.

Drowsy, it was hard to distinguish between dream and reality.

After a while, he gradually recalled what happened last night.

Only then did he wake up in surprise, lit the oil lamp, and looked. There was really a white jade porcelain bottle on the table in his bedroom.

"Oh my!"

He wasn't surprised in the dream, but he was surprised after waking up.

Gu Daizhao was old and weak, so he quickly told his family and disciples about this.

Unexpectedly, his family and disciples thought he was too old, and people were prone to dreams when they were old, so they were confused, and even the white jade porcelain bottle was treated as something he bought when he went out during the day.

"I have only heard of Immortals asking people to write poems and paint, when have I heard of Immortals asking people to make a small pavilion?"

"Master must have heard too many stories about Immortal Lin this year..."

"Hahaha..."

Unexpectedly, Gu Daizhao pulled out the bottle stopper—

A strange fragrance seemed to drill through the seven orifices, making people instantly refreshed, clear-eared, and extremely comfortable.

His family and disciples were stunned.

I don't know if the Immortal will come tonight, but Gu Daizhao had already started this morning.

The elderly craftsman seemed to have received great affirmation, and he had the spirit that he had never had when designing and building palaces for the imperial palace. Several disciples also took advantage of the leisure to help.

There hadn't been such an intense discussion in the courtyard for a long time. Whether it was Master or disciples, everyone had only one thought in their hearts—

Must not let the Immortal down, must be worthy of the Immortal's sentence "can be compared to the Immortals in the sky."

The matter slowly spread.

From then on, in this capital, among the stories of mortals with divine skills and Immortals coming to ask for advice, there was one more.

At the same time, the world became more chaotic.

At the major passes and strongholds in Qinzhou and Zhongzhou, gods had already descended to the mortal realm to participate in the war.

You have it, how can I not have it?

At first, both sides were very restrained, but as time went on, it became more intense.

From demon beasts to mounts, to boys, from divine officials to divine generals, to gods of all paths, fortunately, it was not as unscrupulous as the period when the Nine Heavens were not established and there was no order in ancient times.

No heavenly soldiers descended directly, and the struggle between gods was mostly between gods and gods, at most using magic to change the weather and terrain, and not directly attacking mortals. ===== CHAPTER 472 =====

No celestial soldiers descended directly, and the fighting between divine beings mostly occurred between divine beings themselves; at most, they would cast spells to alter the weather or terrain, without directly attacking mortals.